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/bootleg/ 2022 Week of Terror: Anonymous

By BlondieAnon
Created: 2022-10-22 02:43:49
Expiry: Never
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  1. >"Hey, bossman. You ok?"
  2. "Me?"
  3. >"There's literally no one else alive in this room... so yes, you."
  4. "I'm doing ok. That prepper did us some good. Found fifteen mags the other day, six loaded. That's one-eighty, plus my two-twenty-seven. That's..."
  5. >"Yeah yeah, big numbers. Just don't get all trigger happy, ok?"
  6. "Sure."
  7. >"I'm gonna get some sleep until sundown. Then it's your turn."
  8. "Sure."
  9. >Shiner's taking this better than you thought
  10. >You didn't think it would ever happen
  11. >Why would it?
  12. >How could it?
  13. >Rioting started throughout the country almost at the same hour
  14. >Then it expanded
  15. >And got worse
  16. >Far worse
  17. >Had it been three weeks or four?
  18. >You forgot
  19. >Prism it out on recon
  20. >Easy to do when you're a pegasus
  21. >Shiner is as damn fine scout
  22. >Turns out zombies and psychos don't like fire too much
  23. >At least twice, you've been in view of her torching someone to ash
  24. >They often cook so fast that there's no screaming
  25. >And Jacky
  26. >She...
  27. >...
  28. >Focus, Anon
  29. >You remain squatted down, leaning against the wall
  30. >Your right leg is asleep
  31. >If you have to move it soon, you're fucked
  32. >But that's ok
  33. >You're on the second floor of some sort of toy store
  34. >The second floor looked like it was someone's home at one point
  35. >At least there were no signs of anyone hiding out
  36. >The fridge is empty too
  37. >The only thing that stuck out was a few DVDs of That 70s Show and some cheap looking Fluttershy toy left on what had to be one of those charging pads
  38. >You could go for some cheap entertainment
  39. >But you gotta remain quiet for now
  40. >Jack's exhausted
  41. >Prism has been keeping an eye on the group for days and laying as low as a flying horse can
  42. >And now Shiner's clocked out
  43. >You gotta stay focused
  44. >For them
  45. >Throughout the day, you eventually shift to just sitting on your ass
  46. >The window is low enough that you can still see
  47. >Every now and again, you hear someone screaming
  48. >Or something
  49. >Hard to tell anymore
  50. >But it's far enough away that you don't worry quite yet
  51. >It could be down the road
  52. >It could be miles away
  53. >At least you don't see anything walking through
  54. >No cars
  55. >No people
  56. >No animals
  57. >Not even a conveniently printed newspaper
  58. >Contrary to most horror movies, the most recent paper you've seen focused on things like economic trends and companies buying more and more properties
  59. >At least it makes for good toilet paper
  60. >Ponies don't need toilet paper
  61. >Apparently that one guy from that message board was right about biological engineering or whatever
  62. >Your mind wanders from stray thought to stray thought until the sun goes down
  63. >You haven't moved an inch
  64. >No drinking
  65. >No eating
  66. >Not even a trickle of urine
  67. >You've been rock solid, glaring out a sliver of a window and holding a rifle with a grip so tight you're almost positive that if you had to aim, you wouldn't hit shit
  68. >You aren't trained for anything like this
  69. >Even those who are trained probably would suck at a stressful vigil
  70. >"Hey bossman. You still alive?"
  71. "Shiner."
  72. >"Yup."
  73. "How's Jacky?"
  74.  
  75. >"Just like you left her."
  76. "That's not what I mean."
  77. >"Alright, so what do you mean?"
  78. "I mean..."
  79. >You turn her head to
  80. >No one
  81. >...where did she go?
  82. >You shake your head and return your gaze to the window
  83. >"Bossman."
  84. "What."
  85. >Your flat reply is only vaguely flavored with irritation
  86. >"You need to check on her. You got more than enough medicine, you said it yourself that you found some earlier."
  87. "I will. Later."
  88. >"How long do you need to wait? She needs it."
  89. "She's strong, ok?"
  90. >"So? Tell that to that Schwarzenegger-looking freak that tore through out apartment and did in-"
  91. "No one important to us. You and I ran, I carried Jack, Prism flew out."
  92. >"Yeah. Sure she did."
  93. >She's been the voice of reason this entire time
  94. >As dry and as bitter as she is, she's never once faltered or cracked under pressure
  95. >You can't let her win
  96. >It's just like one of your versus sessions
  97. >If you crack, she wins
  98. >And if she wins, she'll remind you until the end of the world
  99. >The room remains quiet
  100. >Soon it's too dark to even see
  101. >"Hey, bossman. Go get some rest, I got watch."
  102. "N... no, that's alright."
  103. >"That wasn't a request, chump. Get your ass out of here and on that couch. I will take care of it."
  104. "...whatever, man. Just don't fuck up again, alright?"
  105. >You close your eyes and leave the rifle at the window
  106. >The stairs are trapped
  107. >All of the lower level doors are locked and glass so any shattering would lead to full alert
  108. >You've spent days mastering the path to take with your eye closed to the couch
  109. >With practiced, measured steps you flop onto it and sink at least a good foot down
  110. >It really is a nice couch
  111. >One of those types that have been around for decades, and will most likely outlive you
  112. >Before you know it, it's morning
  113. >Sensing something urgent, you stumble off the sofa and practically fall into the bedroom
  114. "S-Shiner?"
  115. >No one
  116. >The rifle is right were you left it
  117. >And nothing else looks touched
  118. >Out of some obsessive habit, you squat back down into position
  119. >"Pretty sneaky, huh."
  120. "Any funny business outside?"
  121. >"Nah. If they did, you'd wake up to the smell of barbeque."
  122. "That's fine, I'll pass. Never was much of a humanitarian."
  123. >"Be my guest. I'm just saying, Ḯ̸͎ ̶͘͜b̴̗̈́e̷̢͝t̴͎͋ ̵́ͅy̷̢̽o̶͉͋u̷̡͂ ̷̱̈́t̷̛̮ǎ̷̘s̸̤̏t̷̤̃e̷̟͒ ̷̫̏g̷̘̍o̷͐͜ö̶͕́d̵̥͛"
  124. >You whip yourself around with the rifle shouldered and finger on the trigger
  125. >What the fuck was that?
  126. >That was her voice
  127. >But it was raspy
  128. >Dry
  129. >Dehydrated dry
  130. "...S."
  131. >Say it
  132. >Say it
  133. >Say it
  134. >Say her name
  135. "...Sparking Shine?"
  136. >From the doorway, a ragged visage of a pony appears
  137. >It's her
  138. >The infamous little gutter sorceress
  139. >The goofy nerd that always wanted to steal Jacky's spot on your lap
  140. >But her right eye is gone
  141. >So is her jaw
  142. >Her front right hoof has been torn off, leaving only raw nerve endings
  143. >At least three ribs are sticking out from her skin, like they were smashed with a hammer
  144. >You let out a shriek and fire
  145.  
  146. >You magdump into her, stopping when you have only two shots remaining
  147. >You know because you count your rounds
  148. >You did that plus one trick, with a full mag and one in the chamber
  149. >Which means you have one round in the mag and one ready to go
  150. >The grotesque, dripping body of your bestest buddy doesn't react
  151. >Instead, it drags itself to you in a limp trot
  152. >"Watch it, jackass. You just made a lot of noise and effectively rang a dinner bell. How am I supposed to protect you if you go out of your way to do this?"
  153. "W... but... y..."
  154. >Something deep inside of your head is beating against the inside of your skull
  155. >There is a reason she looks like this
  156. >It happened maybe
  157. >No
  158. >No maybes
  159. >It did happen a week ago
  160. "How... are you still here?"
  161. >The corpse of the pony shrugs
  162. >It is such an insane reaction for such an obscene sight
  163. >"How the fuck am I supposed to know? Maybe this is some sort of necromancy. Or maybe I'm a ghost. Or you lost your rocker and I'm a figment of your imagination."
  164. "If you're a figment, then does this mean that I would automatically win a round of Tekken?"
  165. >"Now's not the time, dumb-ass. Take your bags, and go. Night was ideal last time but we don't have that luxury. You need to just take what you can carry and leave, no turning back."
  166. "No, I can't do that, Jacky is-"
  167. >"Jacky is what happens when you're stupid!"
  168. "SHE'S NOT STUPID!"
  169. >You stand up and bark at the phantasm
  170. "SHE HAS MORE BALLS THAN YOU! SHE BARRICADED THE DOOR, SHE JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW, DID YOU FUCKING SAVE ME FROM THAT GHETTO TRAP? NO, YOU WERE OUT FFFFFFFFFḞ̴̡Ǘ̴̞C̴̺͆K̴̳̓I̷̳̊N̸͖̓G̴̤̈́ COOKING THINGS."
  171. >"Anon, I'm begging you, take your bag, go through the back door. There's a bike, I don't care if you said you can't ride it, you have to try it."
  172. "NO. FUCK YOU. I HAVE TO AT LEAST SAVE HER!"
  173. >You shut your eyes, fighting back the liquid fire of your tears
  174. >Or is it eye strain
  175. "I'M TAKING JACKY WITH ME AND YOU... CAN JUST FUCKING DEAL WITH IT."
  176. >You open your eyes again
  177. >Nothing
  178. >No one
  179. >"...alright, Anon. I won't get in your way anymore. I hope you know that I love you. I just want to see you get through this. As long as you can, I'll be content."
  180. >You can hear her voice echo throughout the room
  181. >Your head
  182. >Inside of your head
  183. "Yeah... well..."
  184. >All of the rage
  185. >Energy
  186. >All of it
  187. >It drains down to your feet and pools out into what is still at least your own shadow
  188. >You need to get to Jacky
  189. >Then you can maybe try that bike
  190. >You trot downstairs, to the toy store floor
  191. >So many of the toys look like things your mom grew up with
  192. >Or her mom
  193. >You can't imagine that many kids of this generation would care about old wooden and fabric figures
  194. >So many memories
  195. >Fads
  196. >Researched products
  197. >Happy children made
  198. >All of it amounts to a blood-stained carpet
  199. >Abandoned shelves
  200. >A phone that hasn't left the charging pad since the owner left for good
  201. >This place
  202. >It's just a tombstone
  203. "Jacky, sorry but we gotta go."
  204. >You circle around a ramshackle counter to
  205. >...
  206. >Oh no
  207.  
  208. >She's lost more of her coat
  209. >Her head turns toward you
  210. >Slow
  211. >Creaky
  212. >Like the muscles are stiff
  213. >She lets out a soft rasp
  214. "I... I-I'm sorry, I..."
  215. >You lose the will to speak
  216. >She looks so pale
  217. >Her eyes
  218. >They're so cloudy
  219. >Still the bright, vibrant, beautiful, flawless green
  220. >But
  221. >They look wrong
  222. >Her head twitches to the side like she's trying to see you
  223. "I.. it's me, Jack."
  224. >Tears well up from the bottom of your eyes
  225. >The pressure is enough to make you drop the rifle
  226. >You kneel down next to her and rest your hand on her back
  227. >Close to her flank
  228. >Close to a chunk of flesh and muscle that was ripped out of her
  229. >Ripped out of her by some flying, mutated freak that you had to put down
  230. >It had dive bombed right for her
  231. >Before you could react, it ripped entire pounds out of her leg
  232. >It took not even ten minutes
  233. >Not even
  234. "I... listen, we gotta go. Ok?"
  235. >You were quick enough and wrapped her legs up
  236. >It has effectively turned her into an invalid
  237. >But it's ok
  238. >She hasn't been violent at all
  239. >She hasn't tried to bite you
  240. >She hasn't tried to kiss you
  241. >She hasn't tried to even hug you
  242. >She hasn't told you that she's ok
  243. >She hasn't
  244. >She
  245. "I... y-you're still with me. Right?"
  246. >Your vision blurs as the first few tears fall
  247. "I... yesterday, remember when I f-fed you? I know it wasn't well stirred but..."
  248. >You look down on the blanket you set up for her to lay on
  249. >The oatmeal you made
  250. >She hasn't touched it
  251. >There is still some on her chin, long dried out and matted into her coat
  252. "Y... you didn't eat..."
  253. >Your voice comes out as a squeak
  254. >She hasn't eaten it
  255. >Because she can't
  256. "Jack... Jackula... c-c'mon, man..."
  257. >You pull her into the tightest hug you can muster
  258. "You can't leave me too... you're all I have. I can't just go out there alone. Not anymore."
  259. >You fail to contain your blithering and gasping
  260. >With every passing word you hear yourself turn more and more desperate
  261. >No
  262. >That isn't the word, is it
  263. >The word is "defeated"
  264. >You can hear her rasping
  265. >Air entering and exiting her lungs
  266. >But it's more from your hugging than anything else
  267. >Even now
  268. >With her face next to yours
  269. >She doesn't try to attack you
  270. >She's different
  271. >She's special
  272. >She's...
  273. >Temporarily out of action
  274. >That's all
  275. >You pay no mind to the oatmeal that is spilling over
  276. >You position yourself so you're sitting with your back to the counter
  277. >And her laying on her back, against your chest
  278. >You look out the window
  279. >The only sound in the room is your whimpering and her breathing
  280. >Is it breathing?
  281. "...you gotta keep your strength up, Jack."
  282. >Something inside of you just
  283. >Snaps
  284. >Like all of the tension you felt just tugged free from the back of your skull
  285. >This is the best
  286. >Isn't it?
  287. >You flex some life into your left hand and
  288. >And
  289.  
  290. >And place it against her mouth
  291. >Your right hand goes to her chest, gently ruffling her coat
  292. "You dork... I should have brought you up stairs."
  293. >You feel something hard
  294. >Sharp
  295. >The pain reminds you of the pain box from that space movie
  296. >The one with the sand worms and the dunes
  297. >...the fuck was that called?
  298. "I-I-I sh-should have s... fuah... set us up... a movie. Y-yeah?"
  299. >Your face contorts as she eats
  300. >You can't pull away
  301. >You can't leave her
  302. >You can't do to her what you've done to everyone else in the world
  303. >Your right hand presses into her chest with all of your manic might
  304. >If you can just hear her heart beat
  305. >Or feel it
  306. >If you can just know that she's alive
  307. >That this is saving her
  308. >You need to
  309. >You must
  310. "Th..."
  311. >Why are you sweating?
  312. >The pain causes you to vomit
  313. >Even now, your reflexes make you duck your head to the side
  314. >She would never forgive you if you puked on her like that
  315. >Hell, you'd never forgive you
  316. >Your hand starts to go numb
  317. >Then your lower arm feels the same type of gnashing
  318. >You lose track of time
  319. >You lose track of yourself
  320. >Bit by bit, you can feel the fuel from your engine dripping away until you feel like you've been covered in wet, chunky paint
  321. >This is fine
  322. >You'll wake up later
  323. >Y o u w i l l w a ke u p l a t e r . . . . . . . .
  324. >
  325. Ju
  326. s t l i
  327. k
  328. e
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